I lay in bed, silently thinking about what is going to happen throughout the next few years. I reach over and grab my phone off of my nightstand. I press the ON button, and enter in my password. I go to call Nicky, but hesitate. How much money do I need? I think to myself. Probably only like $200. Revolvers don't cost that much money, and I need a mask. I click the call button and put the IPhone to my ear and wait for her to pick up.
"Hello?" She asks.
"Hi, I was just about to call and ask for a small little favor." I say.
"Well... What do you need?" She asks.
"I need to borrow a little money, like $200, let's say.
"How do I know that you are never going to pay me back?" She replies.
"What were we talking about yesterday at the skate park?" I ask.
"Oh... I am going to trust you,but I want my money back, with 50 dollars more by, Tuesday. She says
"Fine, Ill stop by first thing in the morning. Goodbye." I reply
"Goodbye." She says drearily.
I shut the phone off and roll back completely back on my bed and go back to sleep.